The Revenge Kidnapping Drama's Transmigrated Female Lead - Chapter 3
Terche, who had been gazing expressionlessly down at Psyche, picked up the crystal orb lying on the bed. Without a word, he extended it back to her.
Psyche glanced up at Terche, but as soon as their eyes met, she quickly looked away and hesitantly accepted the orb. She looked as though she was reluctantly complying out of fear.
“…Zephyros Rosebel. Contact him.”
She whispered softly into the orb, and a signal tone sounded. Soon, a faint image began to materialize within the crystal orb.
It was Zephyros Rosebel, the head of the Rosebel family and Psyche’s older brother.
— …Psyche!
Zephyros’s eyes widened in shock as he saw her.
— Where are you?! Where have you been? Why is it only now that you’re contacting me? Do you have any idea how worried I’ve been—
“Zephyros Rosebel. How have you been?”
The desperate, anxious voice abruptly cut off.
Rezus Anocton, who had silently approached, snatched the orb from Psyche’s hands.
— …You.
Zephyros’s expression twisted in disbelief as Rezus smirked, his lips curling into a mocking smile.
“That face… quite a sight.”
Grit.
The sound of Zephyros grinding his teeth was audible even through the orb.
— You bastards.
“I don’t know if you’re one to talk.”
— To stoop so low as to harm a defenseless woman?
“Is that all you have to say?”
Though Rezus’s lips carried a smirk, his eyes were devoid of humor. The icy gaze he directed at the orb seemed as though it could pierce straight through it.
“Try begging us to release your sister. Getting on your knees and pleading would be even better.”
His leisurely taunt was accompanied by a derisive laugh, and Zephyros glared fiercely at him. But his fury didn’t last long.
In an instant, Zephyros’s murderous aura collapsed into despair.
— Please, let her go. Psyche has done nothing wrong. She doesn’t deserve this. At the very least… spare Psyche…
“I can’t listen to this nonsense any longer.”
Rezus interjected coldly, cutting Zephyros off mid-sentence.
“If this were entertaining, I might let you ramble on, but it’s neither amusing nor touching,” he muttered, looking down at the orb with disdain as though he were staring at something repulsive.
Zephyros’s face in the orb was halfway to madness.
“Zephyros Rosebel.”
Rezus leaned in close to the orb, his face nearly touching it. His expression was ruthlessly cold and devoid of emotion.
“Listen carefully. How your sister is treated from now on depends entirely on what you do.”
— ……
“Release Ruon Anocton immediately. If you do, I promise we won’t harm your sister any further.”
Ruon Anocton—Rezus Anocton’s one and only younger brother.
He had just turned eighteen and had only recently undergone his coming-of-age ceremony. Like Psyche, he had yet to awaken any special abilities.
Psyche barely suppressed the urge to sigh.
Judging by the current situation, it might seem as though Arje were the villains here, but in truth, it was Mathes who had instigated this hostage drama.
Ten days ago, under Zephyros Rosebel’s command, Mathes had kidnapped Ruon Anocton.
They had intended to use him to pressure and ultimately bring down Arje.
In retaliation, Arje had kidnapped Psyche, leading to the present situation.
All the suffering that followed fell squarely on the shoulders of the hostages, Ruon and Psyche.
Psyche let out a small sigh and looked back at the crystal orb.
Moments ago, Zephyros had been begging so desperately for her release. Now, however, he said nothing.
As though expecting this, Rezus let out a short laugh.
“It seems the answer is already clear.”
He slowly scanned the room, his gaze pausing on each of the others—Serdin, Terche, Helios, and finally Psyche.
Fixing his eyes on her, he handed the orb back to her with a sneering remark.
“Beg as pitifully as you can. You were probably raised delicately, so it would be a shame to endure something so rough here, wouldn’t it?”
“……”
Psyche silently looked down at the orb in her hands.
The original Psyche had believed her brother would release Ruon for her sake and had begged him earnestly.
But no matter how much she cried or pleaded, Zephyros had not let Ruon go.
Instead, he had treated Ruon even more harshly, returning a broken and battered Ruon to Arje, further provoking them.
He had believed that only by doing so could Mathes crush Arje.
He had firmly believed that this would ensure Psyche’s safe return.
What he hadn’t realized—or perhaps, what he had chosen to ignore—was that this only fueled Arje’s fury.
His desire to break Arje had been so overwhelming that he had turned a blind eye to Psyche’s suffering.
…If I didn’t remember my past life.
If I hadn’t realized I’d transmigrated into this novel…
She, like the original Psyche, would have trembled in fear, hoping her brother would release Ruon.
As this thought crossed her mind, anger boiled up from deep within her chest.
Her expression went blank.
Psyche, now devoid of emotion, stared at the orb and finally spoke.
“Brother.”
— …Psyche.
“Who in this world knows you better than I do?”
A faint smile slowly formed on Psyche’s lips.
With an elegance so noble it could inspire awe, she spoke gracefully.
“No matter what I do, you won’t release Ruon, will you?”
